Kissed by the sun

Your skin kissed by the sun,
Kissing mine,
It feels like heaven

Lips like chocolate,
Moving,
As a professional poet.

Touching my body o so gentle,
It makes,
Your hands feel like crystal.

Your eyes, the color of Honey,
Looking at me
As sweet as the sweetest cherry.

We share precious silence,
our thing
which brings me my salience